Kensington Skies
Orange and crimson
As the light danced
For an audience of millions
We all sat there and stared
And watched on our phones
As they died
A terrible beauty
It crawled up the walls
Glared from the windows
And blew down the halls
We stood at the bottom
Powerless like children
And they speak with forked tongues
‘Bout the millions they saved
Maybe they’ll use them
To fill up the graves
Councillors, spokesmen
A hundred lost names
They don’t even know
What to write on the graves
Kensington Skies
A pallor of blackness
That stretched to the moon
And fell back as ashes
As cameramen scrambled
To capture the view
24 stories
And 10 million reasons
An inquest, a jury,
Sedition and treason
Rumours took flight
Before the flames even died
And they speak with forked tongues
‘Bout the millions they saved
Maybe they’ll use them
To fill up the graves
Councillors, spokesmen
A hundred lost names
They don’t even know
What to write on the graves